Friday, August 29, 2008

This is the best I can do.

There are times when you're out somewhere probably doing stuff when you see someone—or something—that is so breathtakingly remarkable, so utterly...unique, that you spontaneously burst into tears. Because you don't have your camera.

I would give anything to travel back in time to that ordinary day in Silver Lake (yesterday) armed with my trusty iPhone. While it is indeed a tragedy that I can't show you exactly what I beheld with mine own eyes, I've worked up a humble artistic representation. If you please.

Let me give you some context.

We live across the street from a reservoir. I run around it. This woman was walking her dog around it. She seemed unimpressive at first glance, but as I got closer I noticed something...extraordinary:

That stuff coming out of her chin? That's hair. Long, gray, curly hair. Coming out. Of her chin.

Before you get all huffy tell me, "maybe she was homeless," you've got to remember. She was walking a dog. And this is Los Angeles. She could have easily traded him for some tweezers. In fact, I bet the salon down the street would have been willing to pluck those suckers out, pro bono.

I hope this image brings almost as much satisfaction and wonderment to your day as it did to mine. Thank you.